"How many times do I fly through your head space?
Now it's speeding away from the safe place,
Yeah,
Your skin,
the touch,
The kiss,
the rush, too much,
And here it comes
When your lips touch mine,
It's the kiss of life,
I know, I know that it's a little bit frightening,
We might as well be playing with lightning,"
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